A Writer's Closet

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Location: Southern California

Friday, September 30, 2005


Nothing says fall to me like a cornfield maze. I have seen small ones here in Southern California but these mazes are attractions all in themselves. In the larger ones volunteers actually wander it with flags on poles, checking for lost people, or giving hints on possible exit strategies. Cornfields always remind me of November, when I would visit my aunt and uncle's farm in Virginia for Thanksgiving as a teenager. We'd ride horses through the harvested field, stray ears of corn laying about like a tornado had touched down and stripped the stalks, mowing them into stubble. We'd take the dead ears and rub the dried kernels off to mix with the horse's feed. The air had bite to it, an omen that the field would be under three feet of snow come January, but then there was only the sharp blue sky, clean air and the comforting musky scent of cornhusks and horses.

Wednesday, September 28, 2005

Supermodel Snit

Why is the "downfall" of Kate Moss worthy of MSN front page news? A supermodel uses cocaine? Say it isn't so! Please, people, what woman could possibly naturally get thighs so skinny you can see her bones through them? Photographic evidence is so much more scandalous, and I have to admit to getting some perverse pleasure out of it. Pure jealousy, pure bitch-channeling. It might have something to do with the fact that I gain two pounds if I so much as think about eating a burger. At least I'm honest.

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